Untouchable

[Verse 1: Ashtin Larold]
Lock myself in a room with a notebook
And I ain't coming out 'til there's no more pages
I got no more patience
I've been at it too long, now there's no more waitin'
Since I was a kid, I've been dreaming 'bout hearing my music on radio stations
Having visions of fame, selling out shows through the nation, and jumping off stages
Now, I'm the man
Now, I got fans
Now, people know what my name is
I hear all these rappers keep claiming they hungry, but my appetite is voracious
I don't need money or praise
I don't need diamonds or chains
I wanna be great
I want a platform to speak to the masses and have people hear what I'm sayin'
Started this shit in the basement
Look what I built on my own
Give me a beat and a mic, I'll build you an empire
Bitch, gimme my throne!
All of the seeds that I've sewn
Have all been the trees that I've grown
Built me a castle from stones
Fuck all the leases and loans
I did it completely alone, yeah

[Hook: Ashtin Larold]
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my grind (Bitch, I'm untouchable!)
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!)
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my grind (Bitch, I'm untouchable!)
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!)

[Verse 2: Ashtin Larold]
I'm looking around, all I'm seeing is clowns
This game is a circus
Meaningless verses, lyrically worthless
Rappers see me and get nervous
They see that I'm workin'
See the look in my eyes and they know that they're beat!
They see I can hurt 'em
'Cause the shit that they write I can do in my sleep!
You people just cannot compete
I'm out of your league, we're in different games
Stay in your lane
I keep it unique, when everyone else sounds exactly the same
Oh, you spit flames?
Got you a Rollie, a Phantom, a Lambo', a mansion, and chains?
Oh, you sip lean?
Oh, you be keeping that heat on your waist, and letting it bang?
Ask me if I give a fuck...the answer is no!
I hope that you're sipping that lean while you're driving, you swerve off the road, and your Phantom explodes
I hope that your piece jams when you aim, and you take at least three to the dome
You weren't on Frank Block with no gang, Slim! You were sleeping at home!
I'm done holding back
I'm only spitting the facts
Half of these rappers you listen to can't even rap
They're wack; shit, it's as simple as that!
Put me against three of these hacks on a track, come back, and see where we're at
I'm leaving 'em bleeding from here
If they speaking, I'll cleave 'em in half like I'm wieldin' an ax!
I'm hungry
Thought I told you I am hungry
Eating rappers like I'm Hannibal
I'm an animal, y'all are lunch-meat
On top of the food chain
None of you lames are above me
And no matter what you say, this is proof that you can't touch me!

[Hook: Ashtin Larold]
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my grind (Bitch, I'm untouchable!)
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!)
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my grind (Bitch, I'm untouchable!)
You don't know my grind
You don't-you don't know my-know my (Whoo!)